AN- Sorry, no Hinny in this chapter. Just Remonks, Luponks, Remadora or what ever your version of their pairing name is :D.
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Chapter 22- Hey, I heard you like the Wild Ones
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It had been two weeks. Two whole weeks in which he could have reached out and explained himself, but no. He'd sent no Owl or made any attempt to contact her save for the first that simply said he was sorry which she'd replied to, and now she had to be the one to go and see him.
It was her own fault really.
She was the one that brought this whole program to light, he was the Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor. There was no way around it, it had to be her that went to talk to his seventh and sixth-year students too because she was the one that had implemented the program.
Two weeks and she hadn't been able to get it out of her head. That kiss he'd given her had been amazing, but clearly, he regretted it immediately and that cut her right in the feelings. She'd tried to brush it off and forget about it, but there was something about him that she found so appealing. It was making her angry really. But that was good. Angry she could work with. Angry was better than being a sobbing mess curled up with a bottle of wine and a sappy romance novel.
There was nothing for it, she sighed and tossed Floo powder into her fireplace. "Hogwarts Headmasters Office." She shouted and was swirled and suctioned away. "Stuck the landing!" She celebrated quietly to herself once she was spat out the other side.
A chuckle came from the other side of the room. "Congratulations Nymphadora." Dumbledore greeted her, not rising from his desk.
She groaned, she should have known he was there. "Please call me Tonks." She nearly whined at him. That awful freaking name!
"How about Auror Tonks?" He offered with a twinkle in his eye.
"Even better." She grinned and gave him a salute before heading out of his office.
The seventh-year students were going to be the first class she would be talking to. There was only one NEWT level seventh year class and two sixth, all of which were today. Finding her way to the classroom she took a deep breath and schooled her emotions and attitude before she knocked quickly three times and opened the door.
"Auror Tonks. You're a bit early." Remus stood at the head of the classroom; the tables were all occupied by what looked to be third year students.
"Wotcher." She winked at them and changed her hair from the blue pixie cut she'd been sporting to her natural shoulder length wavy brown. Smiling at the awed sounds coming from the kids and heading up to the front, leaning back against the wall. "Sorry if I'm early. Pretend I'm not here." She told Remus and the kids, managing as relaxed a tone as she could and averted her eyes from him to inspect the creatures and objects around the classroom.
He looked tired she'd noticed, and worried. The lines at the corner of his eyes were more prominent than she remembered. She allowed herself the luxury of looking her fill once he'd continued his teachings.
While he went on about Hinkypunks she couldn't help but watch the way his hands moved while he spoke. The gentle way they circled round through the air to give importance to his descriptions and explanations. He had nice hands. They looked strong too. It made her think that he might be deceptively strong and wondered if he had nice arms under that blazer he was sporting. His biceps didn't look bulky, but they might be defined. He'd certainly had an easy time of it lifting her against that pub wall and keeping her there.
Her cheeks were growing warm at the memory, her downstairs contracted at the though as well. She gave herself a mental shake and focused some energy on not allowing any color to redden her cheeks.
Remus gave a cough and she tried to return her focus to what he was saying as he adjusted his jacket and went to stand behind his desk. He was looking at his class, but his tone had changed slightly. His actions were more forced as well.
She'd always been good at reading body language; it was something she'd become proficient with over the years. It helped when impersonating someone, and she'd excelled in her interrogation courses in the Academy because of it. She'd proven herself to be quite the effective lie detector. And she couldn't help herself from trying to get a proper read on him.
He was stiff, concealing part of himself, and his complexion had darkened slightly. She narrowed her eyes to check his pupils too, they were slightly dilated.
Well, this was slightly surprising.
Pleasantly surprising.
He continued with his lesson and she turned to inspect the items on the cabinets beside her and busied herself with reading some of the assignments holding a place of commendation on the wall. From what she was hearing behind her he was a much better Professor than what she'd had for her third-year DADA class. Professor Vickors could have battled Binns for who put the most students to sleep. He'd bored himself to death by the end of the year, literally. Thankfully Vickors hadn't come back as a ghost professor like Binns did, otherwise there was no way she would have made her NEWT in this subject.
By the time he'd let his class out with their assignment she noted he looked rather more composed. "Professor Lupin." She hopped up to sit on a desk to wait for his next class to file in.
He was manually erasing the chalk board with his back to her, and she caught the slight slowing down of his movements with her greeting. "Auror Tonks." His voice was deeper.
"I'm gathering you know how this will go over, but I'll go over it anyhow in case you were too busy to read the whole letter." She told him.
"I read it." He turned around from the board to look at her sharply.
"Oh." She said calmly. "Just didn't know for sure you got it." She let that linger in the air a moment. "Anyway, I'll just give them a quick overview of what the shadow program is and then a description of my day to day. My expectations for what a career as an Auror was when I was in school, and what it actually is. We want these guys to have an understanding of what to expect. Then I'll open the floor for questions."
He stood still as she spoke, he seemed to be trying to read her face or expressions for hidden agenda, but she'd been actively keeping her eyes a dull brown and focusing on not thinking about how many steps it would take for her to be pressed up against him again.
"About our last..." He started, giving a hard swallow.
She dropped her guard and gave an intentionally slow lick of her bottom lip before sucking on it slightly, feeling a jolt of triumph when his eyes zeroed in on the movement. "Our last?" She prompted.
"I shouldn't have." He started slowly, still staring at her lips.
Tonks leaned forward slightly, resting her palms on the end of the table and locking her elbows. "Yes?"
The sound of a class full of footsteps that had echoed from the corridor diminished as the last of the third years wandered off to their next lesson had begun to grow loud once more as the seventh years made their way into the classroom. Tonks slid off the table and turned to watch the faces of the students coming in. This batch of students would have all started school the year after she'd left. It was amazing to her how much time had actually passed since then. Nearly eight whole years since she'd sat at these tables.
She went to stand beside Remus, her arm brushing against his slightly. "I'll let you introduce me." She told him, trying to make that sound as much like an innuendo as she could pull off. Judging from the minuscule huff that emanated from his nose, she'd done it right.
"Class we have a special guest today." Remus announced as the last student took their spot. "Auror Tonks is here to tell you about a new program being implemented at the Ministry for those of you hoping to seek out a career with them after your NEWTS." He gestured for her to come forward as he moved back and allowed her to take spotlight.
"Wotcher!" She greeted them all with a smile and changed her hair back to its dark blue pixie cut, earning some intrigued smiles from the group of young adults. "My name is Tonks, I've been an Auror for coming up on five years now after spending three grueling years going through the Auror Academy and as a Junior Auror. The reason I've come to talk to you today is because I know some of you are interested in going to the Academy yourselves and I had the privilege of talking to someone like yourselves over the holiday that showed interest in doing a day of 'Shadowing'. As in spending the day following around an Auror and seeing what the job is really like."
Several of the students perked right up at that and their eyes lit up.
"Ah." She grinned. "I see there are a few here that find that idea exciting. And that is entirely misguided." She emphasized. "I had thought a career as an Auror would be one wild endorphin pumping case after another. Well it isn't. And that idea has been an issue with applicants for several years now. See my job, like any job has many downsides."
She looked behind her and gestured to Remus. "Take the professor here. His job isn't just to stand before you twice a week for a period of time and teach you. He has lesson plans to pull together, assignments to grade, detentions to watch over and a million other little things in between. Being an Auror is thirty percent field work, eighty percent paperwork." She held up her hand. "I know that math doesn't add up but trust me. When I'm in the field and have a reason to pull my wand I've half my mind dedicated to thinking about the paperwork I'll have to fill out because I drew my wand. And if I have to use a spell? The paperwork is even more."
"This is part of the reason why we are losing Auror's after they make it successfully through the Academy as well. Paperwork's a bitch, oh, sorry." She snickered at her profanity slip up and earned a few chuckles from the students. "There are a lot of upsides to the job as well, and they are all the things that you think. Catching wrong doer's, having authority, getting to work on some really interesting cases." She listed off. "But no job is all sunshine and daisy's, so this program has been pulled together so that you all will get a chance to make an informed decision about whether you want to be in a position like this before immediately opting to go into the Academy." She finished. "I am here for any questions you have as well." She opened the floor.
A hand went up and she raised her eyebrows in acknowledgement. "Cormac McLaggen," He introduced himself. "If we do the shadowing, do we get to select which Auror we are paired up with?"
"No." She told him straight. "And the shadowing will be taking place in the Ministry only. Participants will be seeing the bureaucratic side of the job. They will be able to talk to the different Auror's around them about closed cases and other highlights of that Auror's career that aren't designated classified, but the for the Auror specific shadowing, no one will be leaving level two of the Ministry." She stipulated. A few of the student's shoulders sagged slightly at that.
"How many of you were interested in attending the Auror Academy in the fall?" She asked them. There were several applications that had been requested and sent out from the Academy, but several of those could have been from home-schooled students or adults looking for a change, so it wasn't just the students in this room.
About twelve hands raised in the air. "Good to know. It is grueling work, but you walk away with a much more in-depth knowledge of Defense and Dark Arts. The classes will exercise your brains and your bodies to the limit, but after you make it through the first year, you'll feel more capable than you've ever felt before."
"You find it's worth all the work?" A girl asked. She looked serious and had a Slytherin crest embroidered on her cloak.
"Absolutely. It's worth all the sweat and paperwork. But it is also something I've always wanted to do. I'm old enough to remember what the last war was like, how it was leaving people emotionally ravaged. Now every day that the Daily Prophet's lead story is some gossip article or boring law that got passed I feel like I've contributed in some way in keeping that terror from happening again." She told them honestly. "That's the same for most Auror's."
She gave a moment for any further questions. "So, look. I've got our first round of applications available if you're interested in the Shadow Program. It's only a day of your time over the summer, exact date to be determined. If you are interested, I'll leave them with your Professor. Just fill it out and Owl it in, you'll be contacted at a later date about it." She withdrew the applications and set them on Remus' desk. "It's lunch next yeah?" She asked him quietly.
He nodded. "Yes. The first sixth year class is at one."
"I'll see you at one then." She maintained eye contact for a second longer than necessary and gave a wave farewell to the class before she headed into the corridor, closing the door with a frown. Talking to the students was painless enough but being around Remus was something else.
It had to be the age difference that was bugging him. Or maybe he was prejudiced against Metamorph's? He doesn't seem like someone to hold a prejudice though. He probably wouldn't have kissed her back if he had a problem with her ability.
And in her experience most guys only saw her ability as a plus, she thought with a scowl. She'd had boyfriends that had started making requests once they were past the point of casual. She'd humored the first few requests of some of them, then would break it off as each of them grew more comfortable asking her to change who she really was. It made her feel like her true form wasn't good enough, and that wasn't a good feeling.
Remus though had seemed to appreciate her true self on New Year's Eve, and he'd been bashful when she flirted. He'd been easy to carry on with at the Three Broomsticks, that's why she'd made her move, and he'd responded by snogging her brains out.
So, what the fuck?
She did her best not to literally stomp out her frustration as she made her way down to Hagrid's hut to give him a visit. She'd spent the majority of her detentions in the company of Hagrid and he'd always made her feel better about herself. He was a gentle giant, and easily the nicest person she'd ever met.
She'd made it all the way down to his hut and had her hand raised to knock when she noticed a movement in the forest and saw all of the students walking through the tree's, Hagrid's head and shoulders above them all and leading the way. He was carrying a large crate in front of him and heading her way. She grinned and made towards him.
"Hagrid" She called out as she approached.
"Well, if it isn't little Dora Tonks!" He grinned beneath his scruffy scraggly beard. "What brings a busy Auror like yourself all the way down here?"
Each of her detentions she'd served with him had been in the forest. She had liked going through it at night or doing work in the yard and such. Hagrid was always such a sweetheart to her, and she had occasionally visited him for tea as well, but it had been a long time since she'd seen him. She could have used some of his cheering up right then. He looked too busy to do that, but just seeing him was brightening her spirits a bit.
"Come to talk to some of the DADA classes." She beamed and took in the students following him. "What are you up to with this lot?"
"Care of Magical Creatures class." He said proudly. "Made me the Professor a few years ago. Just had a fun lesson with Nifflers."
She blinked at him in astonishment. He was knowledgeable about magical creatures, absolutely, but so far as she knew he only had a second-year education and didn't have any further certificates of qualification for a position like that.
"He's really great." A young girl pipped up from the head of the class. "They're always fun lessons." She was scowling slightly at Tonks, looking rather like she felt it her place to defend her teacher.
"Oh, I know he's well capable of dealing with the beasts." She assured her. "Just surprised is all." She turned back to Hagrid. "I'll leave you to it, Professor." She inclined her head and slowed down trying to figure out what to do to occupy her time now.
"Are you really an Auror?" A snooty sounding boy asked giving her a looking over.
She raised her eyebrow at his attitude and did a quick study of his appearance before replicating it. "Are you really questioning me?" She asked, mimicking his voice as well. A few of the students around him made awed sounds and she switched back to herself and turned back to the castle. She hadn't been a fan of snooty boys while she was at school, she certainly wasn't going to occupy her time with them now she was out.
The kitchen was where she settled herself to pass time until the next class.
There were plenty of things she could go over in her mind to occupy her time, cases, projects, what she wanted to get up to on her days off, but instead she was pouting about a boy. She was stronger than that. But he was so cute, and nice, and my goodness could he snog. That hadn't been a wand she was feeling pressed against her then either. It was much, much thicker than a wand.
Her last proper boyfriend had been two years ago now, and though she'd had a few dates in between then and now she missed the intimacy that comes from being in a couple. She'd dated good boys, she'd dated bad boys, smart, stupid, a mixture of the two. But there was something about Remus Lupin that really appealed to her. He'd been cheeky with her mother, he was quick witted, intelligent and yet the way he'd blushed when she made a comment. It was endearing, and she was just really attracted to him. Sirius had made a comment about him being single, so what was his fucking problem?
It wasn't like she was full of herself, or vapid or anything, but she was reasonably attractive. Petite with enough boob, she wasn't flat chested or anything, and really, she could make them whatever size she wanted. It'd be nice to know if he was attracted to her as herself though. She was determined to stay as herself around him today and find out where he stood.
There were just the two classes this afternoon that she was going to speak to, then she'd go back after his last class of the day and find out what the level of interest there was from his students. If he didn't give her any more indication then she'd leave him alone and mope for a few days, then carry on with her life.
Tonks scowled at herself. She'd only known him for a few weeks, and this was the third time they'd seen each other face to face, and yet she was obsessing about him.
She ate a bit, chatted with some of the House Elves and took a wander around the castle to visit some of her old favorite hangout spots and made her way back to the DADA classroom.
He was being just as cordial and cognizant of the amount of space there was between them this time as he was last time, not allowing her to stand too close to him or to touch like they had last time. At one point it seemed he was discretely trying to hold his breath?
She gave the same spiel to his first class full of sixth year Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs, then wandered off again. This time to the library.
It was amazing how much time had already passed since she was a student here. The amount of stressing she'd done over her OWL and NEWT preparation, only to have had such easy examinations in comparison to how prepared she'd been.
She wandered down to the restricted section, to the far back corner under a window and looked down at the base of the bookshelf to her left. If you didn't know where to look you wouldn't see the small initials that were carved there. A tiny NT that had been scratched in with a bobby pin time and time again when she'd hidden away there.
The third class she was to speak to was Harry Potter's class. This time she waited until the class had already filed in before coming in and finding him seated at the far back of the room with a pretty redhead that must have been his girlfriend Ginny. Tonks gave him a friendly smile and waited for Remus to introduce her to the class. Now she was making sure it was her that was purposefully keeping distance between them.
There were a few more questions from this group of students than there had been from the last two, mostly stemming from the girl sitting in front of Harry. Tonk's cousin was in this class too. Draco Malfoy sneered at her in recognition and she very nearly snarled back at him, daring him to say anything to her. The bad blood between their family had been made worse recently with Sirius coming back to take over as Head of House Black and it would have been wildly inappropriate of her to start into something with this brat while she was at the school representing the Auror Department.
She made sure to stand on the opposite side of the class from the Malfoy brat too.
It all went smoothly though and each of the classes seemed to have the same level of interest from each of the students. After chatting with Harry's class and saying her piece, again she left and went for another wander around the grounds.
When the final class of the day was over Tonks went back into the DADA room, closing the door behind her. "Did you get many that seemed interested in the program?" She asked Remus as he was shuffling papers together on his desk.
"I think there was a good number of them that found it intriguing. You should be getting several applications back." He nodded, not looking up.
"Department Head Bones is considering the idea for other departments in the Ministry as well. It would help a lot of these kids know what they were getting themselves into with their career choices." She sat back up on the table at the front. "I was wondering if it might be too much to start pulling the students during the school year as well." She started, trying to get a dialogue going between them. "Doing the program only during the summer wouldn't be too difficult, but students might be more interested if it meant they got to miss a day of school for it."
"Well you'd need approval from the Headmaster more than myself for that approval." He told her, still not looking up from his papers.
She couldn't help the huff that left her as her shoulders sagged with his dismissiveness. "Fine. I'll leave then." She bit and stood up. She hesitated before leaving though and changed her mind. "You know what." She marched around to his side of the desk and put her hand down on the paper he'd been reading. "You don't have to be like that. We snogged, and regardless of how much you clearly enjoyed it in the moment, you aren't interested. I get it. But we're going to have to work together time to time in the future though, so how about you just tell me what your problem is, and we can move on?"
He was frozen still looking down at the paper beneath her hand. He said nothing and wasn't so much as breathing as she stood over him waiting for something. Anything.
"What then? I'm not old enough for you?" She asked. No response. "So, is it prejudice then?" She asked with less bite.
"No!" He growled and stood abruptly, his chair scraping back three feet. He looked furious at her suggestion. "I would never." He enunciated. "You can't control what you are."
"Then what? We had been having a good time, I know that wasn't just one sided." She searched his eyes. He looked just as confused as she felt, but his eyes were darker than she remembered. He didn't seem like he was repulsed by her, and earlier she was positive she'd aroused him, from across the room no less. She wasn't backing down, she wanted to be close to him, if really wasn't interested then he'd have pushed her away by now, so she stepped half and inch closer to him and raised her eyebrow in challenge. Remus visibly stiffened, but sucked in a deep breath through his nose, his eyes closed as he did it, like he was savoring the air.
He had bags around his eyes that had grown more pronounced over the day. She couldn't help herself from reaching up and cupping his cheek. It was an instinctual gesture that she didn't realize she'd done until his eyes opened sharply, zeroing in on hers.
It couldn't have been more than a second they'd stood there staring at each other before his lips were on hers once more.
This wasn't a 'sigh into it' type of kiss either. He had instantly encompassed all of her senses. She could hear the desperate growl in his throat, taste his lips and tongue, feel his body pressed tightly against hers, see spots behind her closed eyelids and smell his manly scent. She gasped in shock of how suddenly he was on her, but couldn't resist returning his vigor. Something about his scent was driving her to deepen their kiss more. He had this aroma that brought to mind the image of him taking her on a bear skin rug before a fireplace. Like warm fur and smoke.
Visualizing them like that was just making her desperate for more, and his low growls as they snogged were getting her hotter. His hands started wandering and grasping at her. Blindly she felt for the table and pushed aside the papers to settle herself down on it and wrap her legs around his waist. They both groaned as his length rocked against her.
He pulled at the bottom of her blouse to pry it from her trousers and quickly his nimble fingers found their way under her bra to grasp at her bare breast. She nipped at his bottom lip and ground herself harder against him. Remus pulled his lips away from hers and yanked her shirt up as high as it would go before encircling one of her nipples with his mouth.
There was no slow progression with him. It was one to one hundred in an instant and she was all for it.
As he made himself familiar with her chest she grabbed for her wand and blocked off the door with a powerful locking spell and silencing charm before letting loose her moans of appreciation. She pulled her shirt and bra the rest of the way off then grabbed for his shirt and tried to fumble her way through tugging it off him. He rose up pulled his vest and shirt over his head. She sat up and ran her hands up and down his chest as his head dipped to claim her mouth again.
Shagging on the professor's desk had never seemed more appealing to her than it did just then. His fingers reached for the button on her trousers with no hesitation, undoing it and the zipper while they feasted on each other's mouths.
She didn't even follow what had happened properly. Just a small 'eep' sound escaping her at being suddenly airborne for only a moment and then her bare bum was touching hard wood. The desks hard wood, not Remus', which was still confined in his trousers. Not for long though. Tonks got his trousers open and he yanked her trousers the rest of the way off.
He pushed his trousers and boxers down and she didn't have any time to get an eyeful of him before he'd forced her back on the table and pushed himself inside her. Her eyes went wide at the, for lack of better word, assault. Had she not been so wet for him it would have hurt. As it was her eyes rolled back when she adjusted to the feeling of his largeness being buried inside her. Only five minutes ago he was ignoring her, now he was taking her roughly on his desk.
And it felt amazing.
His arms were keeping her in place against the desk surface with his grip on the edge of the table either side of her neck as he pistoned in and out of her. She could do nothing but lay there and take it, nor did she want to do anything to stop or slow him down.
In previous relationships she'd wanted to have her boyfriend's take her like this, even once. But asking them to essentially pretend to rape her wasn't something she'd ever felt comfortable articulating and had always settled for taking them for a hard ride instead. It hadn't ever been close to this.
His hand came down between them to where they were joined, and her eyes went wide as his thumb pressed to her clit.
She looked up at him and her breath caught when she found him staring lustily at her. Like looking at her was all the fuel he needed to bring him to completion. It surprised her to see that lust and desire there in his eyes. She couldn't look away from him as she felt the flush rise from her chest to her cheeks. She was close and her hand came up to grip his shoulder as she bared down, willing her orgasm to happen now.
She cried out as it shot through her body.
He was still taking her when she reached the end of her cliff and relaxed back into the table. Biting her lip, she looked up at him again, his gaze was further south than her face. She rocked harder against him and used her bit of control to expand her breasts to a larger size.
"No." He growled and slammed himself into her. "Change back." He ordered in a raspy demand.
She changed back, focusing on how her nethers were building up again. Then his mouth was on her again. He was attached to her neck and she cried out at the sensation. Tonks couldn't tell which was more pleasurable, him pounding into her or the feel of his tongue and teeth against her skin.
Again, the pressure between her legs built up and her insides gripped around him tightly while a wave of pleasure shot from her privates up to her brain and very nearly turned her blind for a moment. She shook from the pleasure and heard a loud growl from Remus, and he jabbed into her with intent as he finished.
Slowly they both caught their breath as he slackened his thrusting movements. He was gliding in and out of her slowly and thoroughly now, losing momentum with each movement until they lay there, him resting his torso and head completely on top of her, her legs wrapped around his bum, and both caught their breath.
He'd just made her cum twice. On a hard surface no less. Sure, it had been a while since she'd been with anyone, but still, you would think that would make it harder for someone else to get her off because she'd become accustomed to dealing with her needs herself, but no. He'd had no problem driving her over the edge.
Tonks gave as deep a satisfied sight as her body allowed with the pressure of him on top of her. Her hand came up to tangle in his hair as she closed her eyes properly to relish in the lingering feeling of satisfaction that came from being taken like that. It wouldn't be long before her back and bum started protesting and telling her off for getting fucked on such a hard surface.
It was easy to tell when Remus finally came down from his high and reality had set in. His body became tense before he came up on his elbows and looked down at her with surprised and concerned eyes. Rather the same expression he'd had after snogging her against the pub wall then turned away from her.
"I shouldn't have." He started, and she felt her stomach drop. "That was a mistake." He stated and delicately pulled out of her.
Her jaw locked once her lips had come together, eyes shut tight, but forcing her face not to display any hurt and anger at him. Shagging her was a mistake? Just like snogging her had been a mistake?
The sound of him pulling up his trousers and messing about with his belt had her sitting up. She opened her eyes, avoiding looking at him while she fetched her own knickers and trousers and pulled them on. She didn't look at him after she'd taken her boots in one hand or grabbed her blouse and bra from the other side of the desk. Hurriedly she pulled them on and made sure her wand was back in her pocket before unlocking the classroom door and leaving him there alone.
She refused to feel anything more that determination to get home. Just get home and clean herself up, then she could let her real feelings about what had just happened come to the surface.
She tried her best to control herself on the way back to the Headmasters office, hoping beyond hope that he himself wouldn't be there. Her emotions in the state they were in could have her hair turning multiple different colors.
That had been the first sign of her being a Metamorph, the ability to change her hair. It was something she didn't have to think hard about, and it was the first thing to give her away when she was truly worked up, like she was just then.
The halls were mercifully empty as she came to find herself in front of the gargoyle guarding her most direct escape route. She paused a moment in front of the stone figure before taking in a deep breath and giving it the password. Mentally she was telling herself she was fine. Everything was just fine. Everything had gone smoothly with the students, and there were several that had seemed quite interested in giving the Shadow Program a try. The day had been a success.
She needed to look like the day had been a success.
"Lemon Drops" Tonks told the gargoyle and it jumped aside, allowing her to walk up the spiral staircase to the office and knocking three times.
There was no response, but she opened the door and poked her head in. The desk had no one sitting behind it, mercifully. Crossing the room with a nod at a few of the previous headmasters' portraits she took a pinch of the Floo Powder and called out the name of her flat.
Her mask began crumbling as she brushed the soot off of herself in her sitting room. Turning around to her fireplace she blocked the Floo for the night, a few tears escaping down her cheeks. She didn't need anyone spontaneously coming over while she was falling apart on the couch.
How was it that someone could make her feel so desired and so rejected all in one go?
It was ridiculous how much she liked him. How she'd wanted him to do that to her on his desk and let him go ahead and do it too. Because wanting something and letting it happen were two different things. She let out a growl of frustration with herself and this whole situation as she threw her jacket to the floor. Her grunts and growls continuing as she hopped around the room on one foot attempting to get her blasted shoes off, her frustration not letting her take care of it the rational way either, like sitting down.
The last boot came off and she threw them both towards the door at the other side of the room and stomped off to the kitchen to get a beer. There was nothing stronger in the house because, stupid her, she liked saving the stronger drinks for while she was out. She figured if she was going to get drunk it wasn't going to be in her flat while she was alone.
Not that she could have foreseen a situation like this arising where she could have really used a strong drink to drown her sorrows in. Beer was going to have to do the job, because she certainly wasn't heading back outside.
She'd just cracked the cap off of her first bottle and taken a swig when there was a knock at her door.
Not a knock actually, it was a pounding.
She snarled in the direction of the door before stomping over to it and pulling it open. "What?" She growled at the person on the other side, then nearly dropped her beer when she saw it was him.
He was disheveled and had a crazed look in his eye, but it was him. He was standing on her hallway landing wearing only the outfit he'd been wearing all day, no coat. "I'm sorry." He sounded strained.
Her shock had her standing there staring at him open mouthed for a moment before she remembered how infuriated she was. "What do you want?" She asked angrily once she'd recovered.
He let himself into her flat and closed the door behind him, throwing up a privacy ward that had her slightly alarmed. She took a step back and pulled her own wand. His hands came up in surprise, showing her, he meant her no harm.
"What? Why are you here?" She asked again. "I left. Wasn't that what you wanted?"
"No!" He sounded shocked. "I merely." He gulped. "It was a mistake."
There, he'd said it again. She closed her eyes momentarily to try and keep herself from lashing out at him and killing him right on the spot. "I know." She told him dangerously through gritted teeth. "I heard you the first time."
He looked pained. "I didn't mean it to sound like I meant for you to leave like that."
He was an idiot, wasn't he! She'd had it all wrong before and his idiocy was driving her mad. That madness was now bubbling over into a full blown rage. "Well, next time you tell a woman that fucking her on your desk was a mistake, maybe you should do her the favor of PULLING OUT FIRST!" She screamed at him, then threw her bottle of beer at him in her fury.
He managed to duck quickly, and the bottle smashed against the door. His jaw dropped open and eyes went wide. "I-I." He was at a loss for words.
Tonks turned on her heel and stomped back to the kitchen. She'd only managed one sip of that drink, now she'd wasted it. "What are you even doing here?" She hollered back at him as she reached into her cool cupboard and popped the cap off another one. "Think you made yourself pretty clear back there." She took a swig and went back to stand across the room from him. "I gather you hadn't gotten a shag in in the past while and here I was, all naive and stupidly lusting after you. Just couldn't help yourself, is it?" She glowered. "Figured you could forget about the age difference, or what ever your actual hang up is, if it meant you could get your dick wet, then regretting it after?"
"It isn't like that!" He argued, finally finding it in himself to state his case. "I wasn't saying it was a mistake because you're too young, or just because I simply acted on impulse. I mean." He shook his head angrily at himself. "I acted on impulse, but how could I not? You knew what you were doing to me!"
Tonks squinted her eyes in confusion. "You're saying it's my fault that you made the mistake of shagging me? What the fuck?!" He made no sense.
"No. It wasn't." He took a deep breath and settled into something of a composed stance, calming his features. Then in a very forced polite manner he started back up. "I am very sorry if you felt that way. I didn't mean for this to have happened, but I thought after- that, that you deserved more than an owl."
He seemed to be waiting for her to interject with something, but she was too angry still to think straight. If he wanted to give her some long drawn out apology or explanation, then she'd let him. Then kick his sorry arse out after and continue on with her evening of wallowing. Wallowing with the remaining four beer she had being consumed in the bath followed by eating a brick of cheese, just so she'd have another regret for the evening that was easier to deal with.
"I like you. I do, but we can't be in a relationship." He said in earnest.
Her shoulders sagged as her anger let way to sadness at that. Deep down she must have still been holding out hope for something like that to be an option. Him standing here in front of her saying it wasn't going to be on the table was just bringing that fact home. It was making her curious too. Why was he even making the effort to be here explaining himself if he didn't feel something for her?
"Why not?" She asked him simply.
"I. We. I just can't. And you are a young woman." He exasperated, as though that were supposed to be enough of an answer. "You're beautiful and have a great personality and can manage to get any man, you don't need to settle for me."
"Don't be complimentary and self-deprecating in the same go." She spat, finding her anger again. "And don't tell me what I should and shouldn't do."
"I don't mean to. I just. I can't think straight!" He exasperated. "Why does this have to be happening now?" He asked himself. "Why do you have to smell like that?" He bit out at her.
Tonks would have taken a step back in surprise were she not already against the wall, and on the opposite side of the room from him. "You have a problem with the way I smell?" She asked offended. "I'm ten feet away from you! And I didn't invite you here so coming into my flat and complaining about my stench-"
"I never said you smelled bad. You smell too good! I can't think properly and I'm having trouble stating my case." He ran his hands through his hair and began pacing slightly.
She smelled good to him? He was a bloody walking contradiction, telling her to stay away from him essentially and yet showing up at her doorstep to do so. He looked like a wild animal pacing back and forth like that, a near crazed look in his eye. She wasn't scared of him though, even if he did seem to be working hard to control himself from doing... something.
He kept pausing in his paces every few moments and turning towards her as though he had his statement of explanation ready for her, then his eyes would darken and he'd close them and begin pacing again.
She was watching this happen and letting him attempt to get it all together. It was making her feel better seeing how he was falling apart about this 'mistake' he'd made. She had been playing with him a bit today, trying to get him to lust after her, and it had worked. That had made her feel good and powerful, and then he'd given her the best shag of her life and was now in her flat trying to make up for turning it all to shit and having no success getting the words out. For some odd reason that was making her feel better.
He made this movement with his hip after he'd paused his pacing yet again and turned to look at her. It drew her attention down to his trousers.
And how there was a bulge in his trousers.
Her jaw nearly dropped open again.
This whole thing was ridiculous. He'd shagged her not thirty minutes ago and was ready for another go around yet trying to tell her why it was all such a bad idea.
Fine. She resolved. If he was going to be messing with her, then she'd mess with him too. Her emotions about it were already all over the place, what difference did it make at this point. She chugged the rest of her beer and set the bottle down. Her hands were only slightly shaking as she brought them up to her blouse and began undoing the buttons. If she did this, he'd either leave and she could indulge in her wallowing back up plan, or he'd lose control and shag her again. Perhaps this time in the bedroom, where it was more comfortable.
One by one the buttons came open. He didn't notice until she had only two left.
"Wha-what are you doing?" Remus froze.
"It's been a long day." She ground out. "I don't feel like standing here and watching you talk yourself out of doing what you want to do." The last two buttons came undone and she pulled the shirt down her arms and cast it aside. Her hands went to her jeans and she popped open the button on those too, carefully watching how his eyes were focused on what her hands were doing as she pulled down the short zip.
Her body was growing warm with the victory she was feeling from his overall body language. He wanted her again. And badly. If he couldn't make up his mind, she was going to do it for him.
Begging whatever powers that be to not let her clumsiness get in the way of her seduction attempt and break this palpable sexual tension she'd created; Tonks slid her trousers down her legs and managed to hook her toes on the hem of each leg to tug her legs free without falling over. Now she stood on the other side of the room from him wearing only her bra and knickers.
He still simply stood there staring at her with dark eyes.
This powerful force seemed to radiate through the room. It was the same that she'd felt in his classroom right before he'd ravaged her. It was this overwhelming desire. Between his look and this feeling of desire, and being desired, she was close to coming undone simply standing there for him.
Managing to pull herself together somewhat she reached a hand behind her and released the catch of her bra. Tonks heard his breath hitch across the room. Bringing her hand to her shoulders, making sure to use her elbows to squeeze her breasts together and accentuate her natural features slightly, she gently pulled the straps down her arms and let the bra fall to the floor. Not letting any nerves stop her from completing her mission she ran her forefingers along her knicker line, dipping under the material at her hips and pulling it down to her thighs and letting gravity do the rest.
His eyes were nearly black now as she stood before him completely naked.
There. Her intentions were entirely known to him now. He could take her or leave her, but if he left then, while she was baring it all for him like this, she was done. The rejection would hurt, but it would finish whatever this was between them.
Still he didn't make a move.
She couldn't simply stand there naked for him all night. With a shake of her head she turned to head down the hallway to her bedroom. She'd only managed two steps however before she was grabbed from behind.
He pulled her back against him and attached his mouth to her neck as his hands grabbed at her. One buried in her curls, one finger pressing perfectly against her puckered clit and the other hand grasping desperately at her breast.
She couldn't do anything but cry out in pleasure at the onslaught of sensations he brought down on her. Having him suddenly encircling her she was disoriented. Disoriented and horny as all hell. There was his scent again as well. It was like Amortentia and was driving her crazy. Giving him that little show had gotten her wet, having him spread that wetness around and dipping his fingers inside her without question was spurring her desperation on. She rocked back against his erection pressing into her bum and circled her hips for his fingers to follow the pattern she was dancing out.
His hands occupied, she reached behind her to tug at his clothes, she needed him naked too. Pulling open his trousers was as far as she managed before he had her pressed up against her wall and took charge of removing his clothing.
Her gasp or surprise turned quickly into a moan as she found herself being impaled by him from behind, his thrusts as desperate and determined as she was craving. His coupling was as wild and amorous this time as it had been last.
The few pictures she'd hung in her corridor were knocked off by her own hands as she grasped at the wall in an attempt to sync herself with his manic rhythm. He was gripping her hips and setting a brutal pace that had her crying out in ecstasy every time he was fully sheathed inside her. Her orgasm came over her so quickly and completely that she wasn't prepared for it. Her fist pounded the wall when it hit her.
She barely registered his growl of pleasure behind before the two of them were both left panting in recovery, his forehead resting down on her shoulder.
"You'd better not tell me that was a mistake too." She snarled at him.
He lifted his head and bit her lightly at the base of her neck, tracing it with his tongue and giving her a small slap to her butt. "You better not think I'm done with you yet." Swiftly he pulled out of her and carried her bridal style into her bedroom, effectively throwing her on the bed before shucking the rest of his clothes and climbing over her.
"Again?" She asked in anticipation and surprise.
"You brought this on yourself." His eyes gleamed darkly before his lip crashed down on hers. She'd barely enough time to respond to his kiss before he began moving south; kissing, licking and nipping at ever part of her his mouth met before it came to settle between her legs.
With her head thrown back in passion she gave her body over to him.
They say that timing is everything, but how was she to have realized that the Full Moon was only two days away, and the effect that had on his senses, or know why exactly that would have an effect on him. The fact that she was in heat certainly wasn't helping him calm down at all either.
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AN- You were wanting more Remus/Tonks. Now you've got it.